23 steps
And plenty of rest
I hop to the met gala
Hm
That shit a flex
Hm hm
This is on team
Hm hm
This for my fam
Hm hm
This for my bitch that I haven't met
Well I give a damn
Hm
I got it
In the back of the van
I got a
In the back of the van
I got a
In the back of the van
I got a pop shit
You catch these hands
Poppin poppin poppin
We gon pop
Poppin poppin poppin
We gon pop
Poppin poppin poppin
They keep poppin
Poppin poppin poppin
We gon f*ckin pop
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
You needa sit down
Cuz we finna pop it
Tryna watch what I do
Butchu watching my pockets
Run up on me
Get shot like a rocket
Everytime I drop
They copy
Everytime you drop
It's floppin
That's some shit
That f*ck with your noggin
Watch yo back
They be snakin they partna
Pop it
Pop it
Pop it
Pop it
I put them Bo's in a Honda
That's how I get these commas
That's how I get these
Ahh yea
Money counter
Like a mf snare
Magic how we make it disappear
Like yea
Magic how we make it disappear
Like Blaine
Drinkin Hennessy
Woo
Like Ric Flair
Put 'em in a reel
He just thought he ran off with the pack
It's just a glimpse
**** think they outside
He get stepped on like some Tims
Tryna send a diss
But you broke then a bitch
Lil boy go see a temp
GQ Belichick
These **** keep playing
Ima have to send a blitz
Poppin poppin poppin
We gon pop
Poppin poppin poppin
We gon pop
Poppin poppin poppin
They keep poppin
Poppin poppin poppin
We gon f*ckin pop
New shit Finna fall down
Ima f*cking ball out
All this shit hater-made
This shit feeling drawn out
They sippin that hatorade
Im sippin that wok now
I slip in and save the day
She sippin the Sauce down
Pop and lock
We gon pop
Poppin poppin poppin
They keep poppin
Poppin poppin poppin
We gon f*cking pop
Pop pop
Poppin poppin poppin
We gon pop